Act IV, Scene 3

Another part of Blackheath.

[Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and] [p]WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest]

• Jack Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?

• Dick the Butcher. Here, sir.

• Jack Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
  behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
  slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, 2505
  the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
  shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
  one.

• Dick the Butcher. I desire no more.

• Jack Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This 2510
  monument of the victory will I bear;
  [Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine]
  and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
  till I do come to London, where we will have the
  mayor's sword borne before us. 2515

• Dick the Butcher. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
  gaols and let out the prisoners.

• Jack Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
  towards London.

[Exeunt]